Death
Death. When I look up the meaning of it, it's not what I wanted it to be. It read: a personification of death, usually represented as a ghostly form or skeleton holding a scythe. What the hell is that suppose to mean?
When I think of death, I think of being free. Being free from your families, your friends, all your problems, everything. But then something comes up. You find yourself still in the same place. In the exact world that you wanted to get away from. That's when it hit you. You haven't crossed over yet, whether you were crossing over to heaven or hell.
That just tells you that you aren't free. You have one more thing to do. One last thing you need to complete. You're still in the real world. The world you thought you could escape from. But it's different this time; no one can see you. No one can hear you. No one can help you with your unfinished business.
What can you do then? Why finish that stupid unfinished business? Why you ask? Because…Because that's your key to cross over. It's the only way for you to be free. To be able to move on with your life. To live a better life. But without help, how are you supposed to complete it? Everyone needs help sometime in their lives, whether they want it or not. But when the time comes when you desperately need help, no one's there to help you but yourself.
And then…Then it hit you. You figured out how to complete your unfinished business. You figured out why you found yourself back in the real world. But as you think deeper and deeper, you figured out that to complete it, you have to visit your loved ones. The people you left behind to be free. The people you left behind to live in a world where there are no problems. Your friends, your family, your special someone, maybe (if you were lucky enough) your wife and kids.
But they don't need to have a very important part in your unfinished business, right? Wrong…they have a huge part in your unfinished business. But if they can't hear you or see you, how can you communicate with them? How can you show/tell them that you're here with them, desperately needing their help? Send them anonymous emails? Anonymous phone calls? In other words, scare them. Nah, there's no way you'd do that to the people you love and care about. But sadly, that is the only way for you to move on to the next world.
It may take you minutes, hours, days, weeks, or maybe even years. But none of that matters to you. All that matters is that you're so close to crossing over.
Your loved ones. What about them? They were on the verge to let you go, but then you come back into their lives. And now, you're leaving them. They cry their hearts out once again, not wanting you to go. Not wanting you to leave them, not when they have you again. But sadly, you can't.
You smile at them. At their love for you. Then you tell them. You tell them, "You need to let go. We're gonna see each other again. No doubt about it. But this time…This time, in a better world. In a world where we can be free. But first, you need to let go. I can't stay here forever. You see that light? It's waiting for me. Telling me that I need to go. Telling me that I can finally cross over. I love you all so much and don't worry, we will see each other again, I promise."
Death. It does so many things to you and the people you love and care for. And to think, I thought that it frees you from everything. But really, all it does is give you more problems.
A/N: this is really pointless I know. But I felt like writing it. It was bottled up inside of me, so I decided to get it out. You don't need to review, but feel free to if you want to.